Chapter 37

Song Xijiao looked around in the kitchen and couldn't find the right material.

Wood grain is too wide, not a good material for paper-making. She picked up another bamboo stick and carefully observed the pattern of the bamboo stick.

Although the bamboo stick is thin, but the lines are dense. It's very good to look at it. Song Xijiao breaks it from the middle and observes it. Finally, she decides to try it first! Now she is still free to have ideas and no practice. She has to try before she knows..

She took the bamboo that was left in the corner, split it into sections, and split it into two from the middle. Each piece was separately crushed with stones.

After a little while, I'm panting. It's too hard! It would be nice to have a handy tool, but she looked around and found nothing.

However, she had to make it by hand. She patted the bamboo pieces and thought about how to make paper better. When the materials were available, the original pulp would be made soon.

What kind of filter is used? Song Xijiao is beautiful and tiny. The tools in the yard are not suitable. She can't help sighing. Papermaking is not a simple thing!

In the yard, chestnuts were playing with something like a net bag. The laughter like silver bells attracted song Xijiao's attention. She glanced at the bamboo pole in Chestnut's hand.

On the bamboo pole hung a net bag, which was similar to a bag for modern fishing. Song Xijiao immediately stopped Chestnut: "chestnut, what's this in your hand?"

This is exactly what you need to do to filter the stock!

"Mother, is that the question? It's just made for me by my father. Let me play with it. " The chestnuts showed off triumphantly.

It turned out that Zhong Chun was afraid that he would be bullied and unhappy, so he made a toy for him.

"Did he make the upper pocket, too?" Song Xijiao squatted down and asked while observing.

Chestnut nodded: "yes, mother, it's all made by my father. Do you want to play?"

Song Xijiao thought carefully about the material of the net bag and didn't hear chestnut. After a while, she grabbed Chestnut's arm and asked, "chestnut, do you know what material this is made of?"

Chestnut pulls song Xijiao's skirt, and looks puzzled: "mother, are you asking this net? I don't know. Maybe dad knows." Chestnut scratched his head, I don't know why his mother asked.

"Chestnuts." A quiet male voice came, and Zhong Chun came slowly.

When Cao Cao arrived, song Xijiao immediately met him, raised her net bag and said, "I saw what you did for chestnuts. This is very good."

Zhong Chun takes a look at the net bag and doesn't agree. He did not understand what song Xijiao wanted to do. Seeing her in a daze with her net bag, he had to ask, "are you very interested in this?"

"Yes, how do you make this pocket?"

Zhongchun said casually, "it's just a piece of rag with some small holes in it. As soon as you get home, what are you busy with? "

Song Xijiao knew that sooner or later he would get into trouble with Zhongchun, so he told him exactly what he wanted to study papermaking.

As she spoke, she secretly looked at Zhong Chun. After all, for people of this era, bamboo paper was still a novelty that she had never seen before. She was worried about whether Zhongchun could understand it. If you don't understand and don't support her, then her papermaking skill will add another big difficulty!

Fortunately, Zhong Chun didn't seem to understand her, but he didn't interrupt her or beat her. He just listened silently and nodded from time to time, showing a look of trust and respect for her.

Song Xijiao's heart a loose, said more smooth and excited!

At first, Zhong Chun was still confused, but when song Xijiao described the characteristics and uses of bamboo paper to him, he slowly raised his thick eyebrows: "is there anything else like this? Can you really do it? "

Song Xijiao, with a confident smile, said, "of course!"

Then he stopped again and expected AI looked at him: "but, you need a little cooperation."

Zhong Chun looked at her changeable expression in a flash and said with a laugh, "how can I cooperate?"

"Now that the pulp has been found, we still need something to filter the pulp. I think the material of this pocket is OK. Can you help me do more?" Song Xijiao blinked her eyes and asked seriously.

This simple, Zhong Chun pointed to the rainproof cloth on the ground: "I use this cloth, how much do you want?"

Song Xijiao picked up the rainproof cloth on the ground and repeatedly touched it. She pinched it with her fingers and felt its thickness and toughness with a frown.

Sometimes she frowned, sometimes nodded, like a little fortune teller. She amused Zhongchun and joked, "are you papermaking or fortune telling?"

Hearing this, song Xijiao immediately glared at the past: "you just tell the fortune!"

She picked up the bamboo stick on the ground and inserted it. The size of the hole is round, which is really good. Success or failure is in one fell swoop!

"Can you fill it with holes for me?" Song Xijiao used bamboo sticks and rainproof cloth to draw. She raised her face and looked at Zhong Chun. Her dark eyes were full of dependence and trust.She still has to continue to grind pulp, there is no time to insert holes here.

Zhongchun takes over the rainproof cloth and inserts it without saying a word. In fact, he doubted whether song Xijiao's "papermaking" was true, but when he saw that song Xijiao was so serious, it was hard to say anything. He might as well let her go.

Even if she fails, she won't complain.

Seeing that song Xijiao and Zhongchun are busy each other, chestnut, after listening for a long time, suddenly turns around and runs into the room. After a while, he runs out with a large porcelain vase: "Dad, shall we put the paper in this then?"

The porcelain vase was too big to cover his head directly. Song Xijiao and Zhong Chun could not help laughing when they heard of the past reputation.

"Chestnuts, the paper and the scroll are not the same. They don't need to be put in porcelain bottles." Song Xijiao smiles and explains.

"But I think teachers always use bottles to store books. I'm afraid the bottles are not enough." Chestnuts puffed up his cheeks, and he fancied that one day books could fill the bottle.

Zhong Chun patted the head of Chestnut: "good, then according to chestnut said."

Hearing Zhong Chun's words, chestnut immediately cried out with joy and ran around the yard with the big porcelain vase in his arms.

Zhongchun was afraid that he might fall, so he yelled several times for him to put it down, but chestnut just didn't listen. Finally, he simply got up and chased the chestnut behind him. He took off the porcelain vase himself. He blamed him for playing a mark on his forehead, causing chestnut to have a look of grievance. Then he came back and squatted down and continued to tie the tarpaulin.

When song Xijiao saw that Zhongchun was so good to chestnuts, she couldn't help looking at him more. This man is always cold and indifferent to everything. But it's good for chestnuts!

I wish I could be nice to her any time!

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